To the stars through difficulties.

A man is as unhappy as he has convinced himself he is.

He who does not prevent a crime, when he can, encourages it.

Happy he whoe'er, content with the common lot, with safe breeze hugs the shore, and, fearing to trust his skiff to the wider sea, with unambitious oar keeps close to the land.

True praise comes often even to the lowly; false praise only to the strong.

Happy is the man who can endure the highest and lowest fortune. He who has endured such vicissitudes with equanimity has deprived misfortune of its power.

The kind of solace that arises from having company in misery is spiteful.